The Preface of my scify story

Preface

     Earth as you once knew it no longer exists. The beautiful green and blue planet that was full of life is now a dry, barren wasteland. The once elegant, yet strong oceans that covered most of the planet have dried, leaving sand and dirt covering the face of the Earth. The vegitation and unique plants that made the Earth come to life, have burnt away y numerous widfires that combed through everything, leaving nothing but ashes in their trail. Swallowing the beauty with it's fearsome red flame. Nearly all the animals have gone extinct, with no water and no to plants to eat or fill the Earth with the much-needed oxygen. 

     Earth in no longer able to sustain life. The sun that once provided life and warmth to the inhabitants of the world, has become a deadly plague. Most of the human population has died, left to burn from the murderous rays from the sun.

     Fortunately, some people were able to survive. Escaping on a ship to space, hoping to find somewhere, anywhere to call home. Destined to live among the stars.

This is just the beginning. If anyone even reads this, let me know what you think. I still have much more that I have written, just waiting to be shown to the world.

Burned

It was a fun vacation, he thought as the three if them piled into the car. It was time to return to reality. They had a long journey ahead of them and they were anxious to be done with it, to be able to sleep in their own beds for the first time in two weeks.

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He could feel the immense heat burning into his flesh. Where is everyone? He thought. He tried to get out of the heat, but he was trapped. There was a scream, but he couldn't make out where it was coming from. It sounded like someone familiar was being tortured. He wanted to make the torture stop, but he was unable to move.

The heat disappeared, but he could still feel the searing pain all over his body. He was being lifted by something, but he was too out of it too try and figure out what it was, or where it was taking him.

Something bit him in the crease of his elbow and soon everything went dark.

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He could finally open his eyes, but nothing seemed right. He was on a ship in the middle of the ocean, wearing an eye patch and pirate hat.

The wind hit him in the face, burning his eyes and his lungs when he tried to breathe in the air.

Mist from the water reached up and hit the air around him. He tried to feel it, but when he moved towards it, it pulled back, refusing to satisfy him with it's cool touch.

The sun beating down on him was fire on his skin. He could feel the burning rays as he tried relentlessly to immerse himself in the water. He closed his eyes in his frustration, and when he opened them again, the scene changed.

He was now in the middle of a scorching desert, pulling a handcart that sheltered all of his belongings. His family trudged on beside him. He looked around, searching for the two members missing from his party. He turned to his wife, tears streaking in the dirt on her face. He tried to ask her what had happened, seeing a burning pile from the corner of his eye, but there seemed to be something blocking his speech.

His surroundings changed again. To his right, the body of one of his sons was spralled across the

road, lying in a pool of red liquid. To his left was the overturned car, entrapping his other son. He

could hear the screaming again. It was coming from the car. He ran towards it. He had to try and

save him from suffering the same fate as the now lifeless body in the street. When he finally reached

it, it burst into flame and everything went black.

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The massive pain began to return. Something changed. He was no longer in a fog, pain-free state. He forced his eyes open. In front of him was a nurse, maliciously holding a needle to his IV line. "He's trying to kill me!" He thought, "Why is no one trying to stop the?"

He Couldn't remember when it was, or what had happened since his camping trip in the redwoods.

He searched for a familiar face, but all he could see were the distorted faces of the monstrous nurses.

Just then, his beautiful wife walked into the room. He tried to reach out to her, but as soon as he raised his arm, he saw his blackened skin. He wanted to ask what was happening, but something was blocking his speech.

He glanced down and there was what seemed to be a snake in his mouth. He bit down on it hard, bitting it in half.

As soon as it was detached, his ability to breath became painful and barely there. The machines that he hadn't notices were attached to him started screaming.

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They all sat around the campfire, all of them trying to keep warm in the unseasonably cool weather. He scanned the circle of family surrounding him. He didn't want to leave them. He loved his grandchildren very much, and with them living so far away, he hardly ever got to see them.

His sons, Hunter and Scott, sat next to him, roasting marshmallows.

"You're going to burn that," he informed Hunter

"I know, that's the way I like it," Hunter replied as he pulled out the flame-covered marshmallow.

He looked into the fire, mesmerized by the way it seemed to move on its own. It then started to change. Morphing back into another memory. A more recent, painful one.

He was standing in front of his burning expedition, trying to get the door open, ignoring the feeling of the flesh being burned off his hands and feet. He had to save him. He couldn't loose them both.

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"Honey? Are you awake?" His wife asked him, pulling him away from his memories.

He looked up at her. He was still unable to talk, but there was no need to, she already knew what he wanted to ask.

"You were in a car accident, Scott fell asleep and the car rolled," she said, tears overflowing from her eyes. "No one else survived." He had to turn away; he was unable to bear the pain of remembering anymore. This would always be the reality he would wake up to. There would be no way to forget the pain of his loss.

Hidden Depression

You want me to talk about it?

About the constant pain

Caused by remembering

Unable to forget the loss

Always hurting inside

That's why I hide it from the world

Keep silent in my misery

Some say misery loves company

But I dont' want to share it

No one should hold theese feelings

No one should have to know

About the constant suffering

Willing the end to come

But unwilling to steel something else

From the ones I love

I can't talk about it

Just remembering brings the pain

The moister running down my face

I hate them

The tears

They betray that brave front

Showing my vulnerability

Just trying to live through it

Through life one step at a time

What's happened can't be rewond

The unshared story

Dying to get out

But I keep it trapped locked up

Away from those who try to see

Trying to be happy

Cause that's the only way to keep

From Crying

Trying to hide the stabbing I feel

A I even fooling you?

Is all my effort a waste?

No. It keeps me sane

Even if you see through

The mask I wear

Seeing through my cover

Through the forced smile

Under the happy

Smilig face

Hides a secret

A hidden depression

I wrote this because my mom thinks that I should talk about loosing my brothers more often. Because that's how she gets through it. And she doesn't think that I should keep it bottled up. Well this is why I keep it inside. I needed to write something inspired by a picture. And if you haven't read my other blog this is a picture that I took of my best friend. I thought that this poem and subject went well with this picture.

Solitude

Solitude

Standing strong

Out of the crowd

Being different

Who cares what they think

The robots of conformity

They don't matter

Their minds are lostin the worls

While you hold strong

Voicing your thoughts

doing the unpopular

Not to rebel,

But because you want to

Stand strong

Nothing can sway

Your strong roots

Showing how you feel

Showing who you really are

Nothing can stand in your way

You hold firm

Walk with a purpose

Unchanged by the world

A solid force

Trying to show people

That its good to be different

But no one listens

You stand alone

Tall and strong

In Solitude

The End

Is it here or there

Near or far

There is no way to be sure

It is undefined

The unseen force

Swaying everything in it's path

Leaving sadness and joy

It is coming

There is no way to escape

It continues Relentlesly

Making memories

It is the end

My New Poems

Gravestone
You mark what used to be,
You bring back the tears,
All the memories,
All my fears.
You’re beautiful,
But stand for something ugly.
I can’t bear to look at you,
Every time I do I can’t breathe.
You did nothing,
But the idea of you makes me cringe in sadness.
Seeing you in the graveyard is unbearable.

I’ll Miss You
The pain swells inside.
Can this be real?
Have you really died?
That stupid automobile.
I scream at the news,
Can’t even stop crying.
I won’t believe it,
I just can’t.
Picturing you lying,
Without a heartbeat.
I’ll miss you,
But now there’s nothing anyone can do.

Our First Kiss
Waiting in anticipation,
Will it be like a celebration?
My moment of pure delight,
Having only you in my sight.
You lean in and I know what’s coming,
Our lips touch and I can almost hear humming.
Fireworks explode in my head,
I was ready to be wed.

To You
You broke me like a toy.
I’m sliding into depression,
Only you could pull me out.
But you don’t care,
You don’t feel the pain.
I thought you said forever.
You’ve lost my trust.
I can’t love you anymore.

Urban Legand

I have this friend whose dad’s older brother’s best friend was there when this happened. But so like around 39ish years ago. I think it was the year the school first opened. There was a kid, his name was Calvin, and he went around breaking into lockers, taking whatever he wanted. And on every locker that he would break into, he would put the initials J.C. on it.
Well, one morning before school, some kid claimed to have seen the guy breaking into the lockers. He immediately ran to the main office to inform the principal. He ran into him and was all like, “I know who’s breaking into the lockers!” The principal took him into his office, and after about 10 minutes, he got over the intercom and was like, “Josh Christiansen, come to the main office right now.”
Josh was expelled from the school, and for a while the locker thefts stopped. Josh was so perturbed that he had gotten blamed for something that he had nothing to do with. So he started formulating a plan to get his revenge. After about two months, the thefts started happening again. So Josh started going to the school and spending the day there spying on his fellow students.
He waited two weeks before he finally caught the real thief in action. He was so upset and surprised at who it was. The person that had seen him decorating his girlfriend’s locker had been the real thief. He ran in and started yelling at Calvin. Calvin looked over and knew who it was, so he started running away. He turned the corner, and it was a dead end. He looked around and saw an Elevator, Josh was gaining on him, so he ran in. But the door didn’t close in time. Josh got in and started fighting with Calvin.
All Calvin wanted was to get out, so he kicked Josh in the balls and climbed out the elevator through the top. He ran a little ways, climbing over pipes. He saw a rope and was going to slide down it, but it got caught around his ankle. Josh came up to him hanging upside down. He had grabbed a knife. Calvin was so scared that he peed his pants, getting urine all over him, and the ceiling. Josh walked up to him and cut of his hands and said, “Now you can’t steal anything anymore.” And that is why there is a red and yellow spot on the ceiling outside of room 212.